Sunday, June 29, 2008

Million Dollar Smile

Father's Day


I know it is long past but we just downloaded the picture and I thought it was a really nice one of Don with the kids. A perfect Father's Day photo!

Mr. Chips Strikes Again!

Mr. Chips Strikes Again!

First Pool Day of the summer








It was finally hot enough to put up a splash pool on the deck and let the kids play. They thought it was a blast and had a great time getting in, getting out, getting in, getting out...you get the idea. After a while Liam became disgusted with his ill-fitting swimsuit and decided to go au naturale. You would have thought he would have been extra protective of his body now that he was "free" but it didn't slow down his daredevil nature at all.









Monday, June 23, 2008

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Bay Beach

Our first Bay Beach trip of the year! When we woke up this morning it was 60 degrees. By the time we got up to Green Bay it was probably closer to 80. Nevertheless we were prepared and brought shorts for the kiddos. Since we chose to go on a Thursday we were able to get on most of the rides right away. In fact Liam rode the planes by himself (with no other riders on the ride) about 5 times. He thought they were the greatest ride ever. I was getting a headache from the little "beep beep beep beep beep" of the guns. I feel for those ride attendants.


Aunt Caryn took the kids on their first Tilt-A-Whirl ride ever! Boy did they like it. I thought Liam's face was going to split in half his smile was so wide. (Naturally I stayed on the sidelines so that I could elude the motion sickness that is sure to accompany any ride that spins around.)


The slide was also a favorite but unfortunately it was running slow and we continued to get stuck. We ended up having to push our way down which is never good. For those of you that have experienced the slide on a good day you know what it is supposed to be like - FAST. We abandoned the slide and Caryn and Catherine hit the swings. Liam once again opting for the planes.


All around a good day. Liam crashed on the way home and I was able to lay him on the sofa for the rest of his nap/coma.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Birds???

We found a nest of baby birds in one of the trees in our backyard. They are very ugly and pink without feathers (they must have just hatched). In the midst of our conversation about this new discovery Catherine gave me a very interesting lesson in the life cycle of birds.

CATHERINE: Baby birds are called snoogleboops.

JANE: Oh really? I didn't know that.

CATHERINE: Yes, they are. And then they eat worms and grow up and they become violinsos.

JANE: Wow. I had no idea.

All that college and not once a mention of a snoogleboop, what a crime. Thank you Catherine. Aunt Meg is going to eat this up.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Goodbye Mr. Chips? We wish


It would seem that the boy named Liam likes his chips. Can't get enough of them in fact. Each day we are bombarded with a new chip mess of some kind. Why don't we hide the chips you might ask. But where would the fun in that be? And what humorous anecdotes could we write if we didn't have these chip shenanigans? This photo happens to show Liam just after a particularly satisfactory chip caper in which he got a bag of chips, dumped them on the floor, and proceeded to roll in them, crushing them into tiny pieces. Then he watched his movie and ate the chips lying around him. All in a good days work for Mr. Chips. (certain family members find these little stories entertaining so I will try to chronicle Liam's adventures - the problem is that I am usually so frustrated and angry I clean up the mess first and then think to capture it on digital "film" later) Believe me when I say that these events are not small in number and I am sure that if you tune in there will be many more...

I'm Tired


Well, it seems silly to recap what Megan said about our visit to her since she did such a nice job. To see what I mean, visit her blog. I would like to add that a while before we left, and ever since we returned, Liam has been using the phrase "I'm tired" whenever he gets yelled at or asked to do something he doesn't want to. Unfortunately, we hear this phrase several times a day in all situations (Liam likes to do NOTHING we ask). I think this picture is a good summation of what life with Liam is like right now. (By the way, when he tells us he is "tired" and we tell him to "take a nap" he suddenly has a burst of energy and runs away, or cries) Sadly, I feel the ones who are tired are mom, dad, and Catherine.